Dallas Roberts Insatiable Novels & Stories

He’d kiss her awake and then do every single naughty and nice thing to her that he could imagine. Dallas shook himself. He’d had a thing for Olivia Jameson for years, but then, who hadn’t? Her hot body and gorgeous face had been on every men’s magazine cover, and she’d been photographed more often in bikinis and lingerie than fully clothed. Plus, Dallas had a serious weakness for redheads, and Olivia was the tastiest, most perfect redhead he could imagine. He’d been halfway in love with the woman staring at him from the photos for as long as he could remember. The idealized, fantasy woman, that is.

They nodded their good mornings, then Dallas decided to broach the subject of Emma. “You know, man,” Dallas said. “I’m a big fan of Olivia Jameson’s sweet ass, but I’m starting to think that she must actually be a grade-A bitch. I mean, the way she’s working Emma is nothing short of slave labor. Does the woman even get any sleep when she’s traveling with Olivia?”

Those dirty books; burn them. Friends; bury them. I want to be her only hobby, the only external stimuli she reacts to. I want to be the only god she prays to. The only devil she fears. I want her so broken that my name is the only word she remembers how to scream. I want to fuck the fight out of her until her please sounds like thank you. I liked that I was in control and in charge of her right now. No, I don’t like it. I fucking love it.

Robert growled lightly, rising back to his paws. “He locked me in a cage! I would much rather be at home with my family! I have always known that I would grow to fight for my father, no one ever said otherwise. But I don’t care! I would fight for the people not him, they die constantly from the raids and it’s immoral! I wish that there was a way to permanently kill an immortal, because if there was, I would kill Darkous! I hate him!” Elika shouted, panting as her voice strained. She slowly rose back to a seated position, glancing down at Robert as he glared up at her. The demon-like dog whined, his blood-red eyes becoming sorrowful. “But he’s my master; he is a good man ...”

"You really are an ass, you know?" "He knows, darling." Scott told me. "He just don't care." I almost gagged. "Don't call me darling." I was silent for the rest of the ride. The two idiots up front went on and on about what "babes" they were gonna have over and what they were going to do with them. The minute we pulled into the driveway, I jumped out of the car and rushed into the house. If I heard Scott say "that's what I'm talking about" one more time I was going to go insane. Simon was on the couch, watching TV.

Dallas answered as he briefly glanced at James before refocussing on the performance on stage. As a sadist, he already looked like he was itching to join them. But if Dallas and Demi performed together, they would mess the sub up. In fact, compared to Demi, Dallas was an even bigger sadist. Demi chuckled when she saw the sub shake his head to ask her to continue and whipped her flogger on his bare chest, creating beautiful crisscrossing patterns on his skin. The man was so turned on that he was visibly hard. It could be seen through the cotton shorts he was wearing.

"If that is what you would like to be-sure. Now it's your turn-why did you agree? You seemed intent that you would say no to me faster than a roadrunner." Dallas leaned his chin down on the palm of his hand. He peered at me, almost with delight. I sipped on my coffee. "You must know how aggravating River is. She wouldn't shut up about-her belief that I cannot obtain a man. What better way to piss her off than to steal the guy she's in-love with?" "That she is madly in-love with?-or that you're madly in-love with?" Dallas quirked en eyebrow. His eyes glinted with arrogance.

Richard stirring. Jake froze, eyes feral, then shoved back with a curse. Adjusted his raging hard-on—outline obscene, wet spot at the tip. "This ain't over, Delilah. Keep those legs closed." Stalked out, door slamming. I sagged against the counter, legs jelly. Nipple ached deliciously, pussy a sopping ruin—yoga pants soaked front to back, clinging translucent to my lips. Tasted salt on my lip where I'd bitten it. Fuck him. Or rather, fuck me thinking of him.

I said, collapsing on the floor and clutching my chest as I let out the cry that I had been holding. “You are a naive girl, that's what I hate so much about you. You have your nose stuck up in the air, thinking everybody is at your beck and call and that you can have the love and attention of everybody just because of your Noble line. Guess what? I made it my duty to show you your true self. Your pathetic pitiable self. And I'm glad, extremely glad to see that the great Daisy Winans is in a crumbled-up pile, crying in front of me with a broken heart.” Robert said with so much vile that I had never heard in his voice. I couldn't believe that he was the same sweet Robert who had been extremely